“Sometimes you’re the windshield, Sometimes you’re the bug…”
I was listening to an older acquaintance chuckle as he told me about a scam he’d gotten caught up in. He understood what had happened and how it’d happened.
After some research and many phone calls, he’d extracted himself from the scam and was a few hundred dollars poorer because of it.
He told me that in retrospect he realized that the whole mess was less about him being stupid, than about the scam being slick and sophisticated, taking advantage of his trusting nature + his unfamiliarity with certain details.
No surprise there, eh?
But what struck me about this conversation, that was more like a monologue, was that this older gentleman telling me this story wasn’t bitter about what had happened. There was not one ounce of “I’m a victim” or “I blame _____” going on with this guy.
Instead, he was telling his story as a cautionary tale. All he needed was for someone to listen and understand his predicament– and for someone to tell him that he “done good” solving the problem himself.
All of which got me thinking…
When was the last time you were part of a conversation like this one? SERIOUSLY, when did you last listen to someone who had been taken advantage of– and who wasn’t whining and emoting about the unfairness of it all?
Someone who was behaving like an adult who grasped the fact that in the rhythm of life not everything works out as planned– and that’s ok, too, because if you’re smart, you learn from it and move on.
Like this older gentleman did, in his quiet self-deprecating way.